Lost and found

Sometimes a loss can cause you a lot of damage! Especially when what you have lost is nothing less than your own self.

And then the journey begins to find the lost you!

You leave on a mission to find your lost smile along with your missing heart and the ever silent mind. The search begins in the nearest bar; in different shades and shapes of potent liquid; in familiar strangers and unfamiliar territories; in the roads so often traveled but so less recognized; in the 7th week of solitude; in unfair relationships; in recurring memories and resurging past.

You yearn for the eyes that saw your dreams, the voice that told your story and the hands that shaped your present. You cry for your lost innocence, your misplaced soul and omitted conscience and suffer the loss of a lost you.

You travel far and wide to reduce the distance between you and your real self and finally come back home defeated.

And then one fine day, when you have accepted the absence and rebuild a new you, you discover that in that new you- you have found the lost smile, the missing heart, the silent mind again and that too- in your own house, in your own room, on your own side of the bed!

Tell Mom that you are finally home!

Can you?

Can you censor my dreams, punctuate my thoughts, edit my fears, organize my randomness?

shine!

It takes a whole lot of moons and a whole lot of suns to shine like a star.

today

today i want to be

a period stain
a clogged drain
indian monsoon with no rain

a plain jane
a deserted lane
an open wound with no pain


a broken chain
a passenger train
a cheap holiday bargain!

blind love

I saw love in those eyes and followed them blindly. Now I am desperately seeking an eye surgeon to cure my heart.

The power of one

One day
The man I love will find me.
The job I lost my youth, my family, my friends to; will take care of my old age, my family and my friends.
The bank balance will balance out the balance sheet.
The people who hurt me will die of multiple injuries.
The song in me will get sung.
The passion for living will scare death away.
Centrestage dreams wouldn’t suffer backstage.
The head will not punish the heart for not listening.
The smile will bring joy to my tears.
The tears of joy will make me laugh.
The wrong men will find wrong wives and lead wrong lives.
The grass will be greener on all my sides.
The moon will be the new star.
The travelling soldier will find a home.
The silent tears will howl.

a dancer in making.

I want to pirouette my life away, cartwheel into my boss's room, step ball change the changes in my life, want to chasse a dream. elevate my attitude (jump), develop a super fine developpe, have a demi-point of view, flex my inflexibility, releve a levelled living, use the ronde de jambe for the circle of life.. i want to dance all night long. all the time. all my life.